Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb

Walt Whitman

   SOLID, ironical, rolling orb!
   Master of all, and matter of fact!--at last I accept your terms;
   Bringing to practical, vulgar tests, of all my ideal dreams,
   And of me, as lover and hero.

Next 10 Poems

• Walt Whitman : Sometimes With One I Love
• Walt Whitman : Song At Sunset
• Walt Whitman : Song For All Seas, All Ships
• Walt Whitman : Song Of The Broad-axe
• Walt Whitman : Song Of The Exposition
• Walt Whitman : Song Of The Open Road
• Walt Whitman : Song Of The Redwood-tree
• Walt Whitman : Song Of The Universal
• Walt Whitman : Souvenirs Of Democracy
• Walt Whitman : Spain 1873-'74

Previous 10 Poems

• Walt Whitman : So Long
• Walt Whitman : So Far And So Far, And On Toward The End
• Walt Whitman : Sing Of The Banner At Day-break
• Walt Whitman : Shut Not Your Doors, &c.
• Walt Whitman : Sea-shore Memories
• Walt Whitman : Scented Herbage Of My Breast
• Walt Whitman : Says
• Walt Whitman : Savantism
• Walt Whitman : Salut Au Monde
• Walt Whitman : Roots And Leaves Themselves Alone